KILLER INSIDE ME

Chapter 3

Beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself...

Zavian

Today was the day Zavian had been dreading since the day they first released him from the hospital. He knew they weren't just going to let him leave with some medicine and an arm sling. Eventually, they were going to make him see a therapist so he could talk about his feelings. Opening up to people was a touchy thing for him. He learned the hard way that there would be bad repercussions if he did so. The last person he opened up to was Porsha Fletcher and she was long gone out of his life.

The only thing he was looking forward to was the ending of the session and the date he had with Melody that night. The date was sure to be an interesting one. She had agreed to the date under these stipulations; they couldn't go anywhere crowded, they couldn't go back to his home and finally, he couldn't kiss her on the lips. Zavian found her stipulations to be ridiculous but he still agreed to them, knowing he would break at least two of them. However, he had a plan. Melody seemed quiet and to a certain extent, uptight. His plan involved loosening her up a bit so she could enjoy yourself. By the end of the night, she would either like him or hate him. Either one he was okay with as long as he could at least show her a bit of his real world.

Zavian's alarm clock went off on time and stirred him out of his deep slumber. He'd been getting good rest in his comfortable loft since he first slept there. There was something about the loft that soothed him. He was expecting to feel awkward in the loft by himself but he felt everything but. For the first time in years, he felt like he was living in a place he could honestly call home.

He let out a low exasperated groan as he sat up in the bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes one by one then yawned and stretched before he turned the alarm off. Zavian pushed himself out of the bed just in time for his phone to ring. He already knew who it was, his former doctor or this new therapist's office calling to remind him of his first session. Just as he thought, it was the office.

"I'm about to get ready" He spoke dryly into the phone as he started walking out of his room while balancing the phone in between his ear and shoulder. "Somebody sounds like a little cranky pants, yes he does!" The woman on the other side of the phone squealed happily into the phone. The last thing he needed was a joyful female squealing in his ear at the crack of dawn. "Yeah, okay. Is there a point to this call or nah?" The girl let out a loud shocking gasp into the phone before clearing her throat loud enough so he could hear it. "Well, excuse me. I'm Mercedes, Dr. Sloane Norris's assistant. She asked me to call you to let you know the basics. Your session will be two hours long, this can change later on as you progress and when you come inside the building, head straight for the elevator then to third floor and take a right. Our office is right there"

"Thanks" Was all he said before he hung up. "Two hours of this bullshit" He mumbled underneath his breath as he slammed the bathroom door closed. Zavian didn't want to sit in a room with an old woman looking at him like he was a lost cause and she was some type of savior that could save him. He would rather go back to Full Gospel Tabernacle and let the good Reverend Goodman put an oil cross on his forehead as he prayed over him. Still, he had no other choice but to attend this counseling session. He decided to suck it up and get ready for it. All he had to do was be present in the room, that didn't exactly mean he had to talk. He could be quiet as long as he was there and that is exactly what he planned to do. Stay silent the whole time.

Sloane

Sloane had arrived to work late. The day before had been an emotional one for her. She closed a long unnecessary chapter of her life. Her divorce from her husband of five years was now finalized. Sitting in a court room with him was a test from God to say the least. She hated seeing his face and the face of his young Caucasian mistress more than anything. She had to sit there and watch him plead his case like he wasn't the reason for the divorce, like he was an innocent little angel and Sloane was the big bad devil. Maybe that was the truth. Most men found her to be intimidating.